OOC: Dream
Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
9:32:53. The second-counter was broken, numbers flickering in a race back and forth between 44 and 59. He let his hand lay on top of the clock somewhere at his side while the other hand scratched at messy, knot-tangled hair that gathered around his head. His eyes slid back shut--he just wanted another five minutes.
Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
9:32:47. The room was quite dim, drab, and grey. He couldn't really make out the pile of whatever he was sleeping in, but he seemed to be lying on something that was poking and stabbing at his chest. And he seemed to be buried under more unidentifiable stuff that was prodding painfully at his back. He shrugged some of the stuff away before sitting up and letting piles of junk fall to his sides.
Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
9:32:XX. He stretched, and a pile of more something or other crashed into him before spilling to his sides. He'd worry about something important falling and breaking if he could bring himself to care about anything at all now. The sharp corner of a picture frame stabbed him in the knee; he picked up the frame and could not see the photo other than two dots of gold and a blur of pink. Then there was a twang of pain in his chest, and he felt something rusty and metallic at the back of his throat. He coughed, hoping to get rid of that sensation, but it just wouldn't leave.
Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
Was there any escape? He stood up, gaze frantically scanning over heaps of unrecognizable junk scattered throughout the room before noting the door in the distance. He treaded over, crunching through the mounds of things he just didn't care about anymore before his had reached the knob and turned--
His cheek stung, smarting from the bruise that was just about to form. Even though he stood right in front of her, he couldn't really see her; his tears had obliterated everything beyond a blur of pink. She seemed just as stunned as he felt. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha--look, it just wasn't working out." He both did and didn't want to say something -anything- to her. The argument was tiring, and he just didn't have it left in him anymore. Nothing beyond those dark and twisted feelings of betrayal strangling and choking him.
Beep beep Beep beep Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
How long since he'd felt this free? Flying on a colorful, winged miracle, high above the world below. Everything would have looked smaller if only this world wasn't so much larger. The warmth of the sun and its brilliant radiance illuminated this world and brought it to life. And there they were--smiling faces that he never seemed to recall smiling at him in that drab grey void he'd completely left behind. Then came another flash of pink as if he'd blinked, and he was alone in a glass room before a mirror. The reflection -it wasn't his own- presented a short man whose shirt and pants seemed a little too big and stylistically were unkempt and not tucked in. A taunt--and the man grinned at his reflection.
Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
Game ON.
9:32:53. The second-counter was broken, numbers flickering in a race back and forth between 44 and 59. He let his hand lay on top of the clock somewhere at his side while the other hand scratched at messy, knot-tangled hair that gathered around his head. His eyes slid back shut--he just wanted another five minutes.
Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
9:32:47. The room was quite dim, drab, and grey. He couldn't really make out the pile of whatever he was sleeping in, but he seemed to be lying on something that was poking and stabbing at his chest. And he seemed to be buried under more unidentifiable stuff that was prodding painfully at his back. He shrugged some of the stuff away before sitting up and letting piles of junk fall to his sides.
Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
9:32:XX. He stretched, and a pile of more something or other crashed into him before spilling to his sides. He'd worry about something important falling and breaking if he could bring himself to care about anything at all now. The sharp corner of a picture frame stabbed him in the knee; he picked up the frame and could not see the photo other than two dots of gold and a blur of pink. Then there was a twang of pain in his chest, and he felt something rusty and metallic at the back of his throat. He coughed, hoping to get rid of that sensation, but it just wouldn't leave.
Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
Was there any escape? He stood up, gaze frantically scanning over heaps of unrecognizable junk scattered throughout the room before noting the door in the distance. He treaded over, crunching through the mounds of things he just didn't care about anymore before his had reached the knob and turned--
His cheek stung, smarting from the bruise that was just about to form. Even though he stood right in front of her, he couldn't really see her; his tears had obliterated everything beyond a blur of pink. She seemed just as stunned as he felt. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha--look, it just wasn't working out." He both did and didn't want to say something -anything- to her. The argument was tiring, and he just didn't have it left in him anymore. Nothing beyond those dark and twisted feelings of betrayal strangling and choking him.
Beep beep Beep beep Beep beep Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
How long since he'd felt this free? Flying on a colorful, winged miracle, high above the world below. Everything would have looked smaller if only this world wasn't so much larger. The warmth of the sun and its brilliant radiance illuminated this world and brought it to life. And there they were--smiling faces that he never seemed to recall smiling at him in that drab grey void he'd completely left behind. Then came another flash of pink as if he'd blinked, and he was alone in a glass room before a mirror. The reflection -it wasn't his own- presented a short man whose shirt and pants seemed a little too big and stylistically were unkempt and not tucked in. A taunt--and the man grinned at his reflection.
Beep beep Bee--CLICK!
Game ON.